Photo courtesy of DeAnna Scott

I know a woman.  She is older than me, but not by too much.  She is smart (a teacher). She is entertaining, loving, and kind with a gorgeous head of purple hair.  She is my children’s grandmother – the only grandmother they have related to them by blood.  But she is not my mother nor is she my husband’s mother.

She is our surrogate’s mother and I don’t know if she realizes how awesome we think she is and how grateful we are that she is our children’s grandmother.  […]